Fog, everywhere,
a soft white blanket
falling over all of creation,
not a stir from the loud and cheerful animals can be heard.
Thick air full with moisture
the clouds have descended
creating an eerie atmosphere this cool fall morning.
Soon the sun will come up
out will go the eerie sensation of an invisible road
the blanket will rise
again the earth will come alive
revealing the nature and miracles
how wonderful a place we live in
The world can go from dead
To bounding with life and
happiness in mere hours.
Excellent. I think knowing the picture there was for you to start with makes it even clearer in my mind as I read your poem. Excellent imagery, and use of cadence.
ReplyDeleteThis is a cool poem.I think it shows paradox, but it seems like that wasn't even the point of your poem which is very cool. YOur use of vocabulary is good, and I liked how you used objects to desrcibe things like a blanket for the fog.
ReplyDeleteThis is a creative poem. I like how you repeated words that made a statement like eerie. You did a great job making the reader feel like they were in fog. I felt like you cut the poem a little short. Maybe you could try making it longer, to make it stronger.
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